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Tell Laura I Love Her

We are at an airport in the south of France. This is where we must part ways for god knows how long. J’s plane is departing before mine, so I am standing in the hall, watching him go through security. I am not sure whether we came to the airport together, …


Can’t help myself.

I’m writing it all down. Not on this page, but in the pages of a black lined notebook I had gotten at Sabiha Gökçen Airport with a few of my last Turkish Liras. I wasn’t looking for anything in particular, but as soon as I walked into the bookshop, I …